The Assassin Strikes Back!

[sneakypasta]

Characters: sneakypasta and YOU VATHEON
Location: The Plaza
Time: Midday
Style: [Action please!]
Status: OPEN

[Well this is a familiar scene. Or... it would be if Ezio was up in that tree or behind that hay bale. Instead, Ezio stood in the plaza, still soaked from the trip down.]

Non posso credere questo... So you've claimed me again, Vatheon...

[Hmph,

Comments

[ninthserenade]

Oh great, it's the guy who harassed me last time he was here!

[While his face looks displeased, his tone is anything but; There's a teasing tone to it this time.]

Gee, and here I thought you were gone for good.

[sneakypasta]

[Oh, he remembers you, blondie.]

No, no, apparently, this place could not get enough of me. [He smirks.]

No hard feelings.

[ninthserenade]

At least you remember me by the looks of it, dude.

[With a laugh, Demyx moves in for the kill--

Which is just a bro hug.]

No problem, man. S'just good knowing people still come back remembering this place. Things've been pretty... Crazy the last month.

[sneakypasta]

Your interesting hair makes you difficult to forget.

[Ooh, hello there bro hug. 8| He did not expect that sort of greeting--especially from someone he tackled last time. Why the hell not. Ezio will return the bro hug.]

My friend, it seems much has changed.

[sneakypasta]

[Hm? Oh hello miss and puntable puppy.]

Fish-monsters? ... For some reason, I am not surprised... [Sorry little puppy, Ezio's probably as intimidated as a rock right now.]

Ah, but there are other things t discuss signorina. Your name, for instance.

[sneakypasta]

[Well...] If there are still any left, then I shall aid the cause. [HA. NO KIDS.]

Il piacere è mio. [Here puppy. Have a little pat on the head. Just to make friends.]

As you may have heard, you may call me Ezio.

[permalineface]

Hello.

[Here, have a derp trap offering you a towel... or three. Or five. You look like you could use five. Maybe. You know. Since you have such a large manly stature.]

I'm sure you'd like to help yourself to a few of these right about now, huh?

[C:]

COMMENT SPAM.

[sneakypasta]

[Hm? Oh, a lovely passerby who is graciously offering towels. Ezio offers a subtle smirk under that hood.]

Grazie...

[... Wait... That... That is the soft skin of a woman--HE KNOWS THAT MUCH.]

[.......]

[sneakypasta]

[Hold up, eagle vision.]

[... WHY DOES EAGLE VISION SAY THIS IS A WOMAN?]

[Normal vision]

[NORMAL VISION SAYS THIS IS A MAN.]

DONE.

[sneakypasta]

[KEEP IT TOGETHER EZIO. He will be eyeballing Haruhi from under his hood. WHICH LOOKS REALLY AWESOME.]

This time was much more wet than I recall.

[delinquenthero]

I don't think we've met. You're pretty suspicious looking under that hood... guy with long name. Don't you have anything shorter to go by?

Well if you remember a church, it's ruins now. People are blaming the aquatic undead.

[sneakypasta]

[... Heee, Ezio can't help that smirk.] Just Ezio will suffice, my friend.

... Oh, yes. I climbed that. It was a wonderful vantage point.

[delinquenthero]

Shame I never got to. Sounds like such a waste of a building now.

[With a small handwave, he continues.]

Turns out it leads to underground tunnels though. Some think it might finally be a way out of here.

[sneakypasta]

A way out you say? [He smirks.]

Sounds like somewhere I might pay a visit...

[johnnycrane]

[Jonathan simply gives him a strange look.]

I could not tell you, having only recently arrived myself.

[sneakypasta]

Ah, so I see... [Ezio smirks.]

And how do you enjoy this fair city, my friend?

[johnnycrane]

I can see it has...potential.

[He observes him. He is used to seeing others in strange costumes, and it seems this city has a small subculture of them as well.]

[sneakypasta]

Potential? [Interesting answer, Ezio must admit.]

I have been here. Once before.